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Yannick leans down to kiss him, and Luca meets him halfway, smiling into the kiss. He smells Yannick’s expensive body wash, tonka and cardamom, and a hint of airport. It doesn't matter.
He wraps his arms around Yannick’s waist and buries his face against his stomach. Yannick laughs softly and runs his fingers through his hair, holding him close.
“I missed you so much,” he says, his voice soft. Yannick has a nice voice, deep and melodic; he’s a good singer, too. Luca can feel his diaphragm vibrate when he speaks, and it’s soothing.
“I missed you, too.” Luca presses his nose against Yannick’s stomach, breathing him in. Long-distance is hard.
Yannick’s fingers rub little circles on his scalp before playfully tugging on his hair. “I wish I could stay longer.” Luca pulls back and smiles up at him. “We’ll make the best of the time we do have.” Yannick returns the smile, and the edge in it sets Luca’s skin on fire. The sensation still feels new and exciting every time.
“Every time I see you again, you've somehow become even cuter,” Yannick tells him, and Luca feels himself blush.
“It's just because you missed me.”
“Hm, no, I don't think it is,” Yannick hums. He kisses Luca’s forehead, the tip of his nose, then his lips. Yannick is gentle with him, unless Luca tells him otherwise. Maybe Luca wants to tell him otherwise tonight.
He arches into the kiss, and Yannick trails his hands down his shoulders, squeezing his biceps and humming against Luca’s lips. Luca feels himself slowly grow hard in his sweatpants. They haven’t seen each other in over a month. Luca usually never craves sex like other people seemingly do; it’s barely on his mind unless he is actively making himself think about it. But ever since Yannick and him started dating, he suddenly finds himself missing it, craving not only the physical and mental intimacy of it, but also the act of it, the arousal, the release. It makes him blush to think about it now.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” Yannick asks, a knowing smile tugging on the corners of his lips as Luca looks up at him, slightly helpless, very aroused. Yannick has beautiful eyes, and a very royal face- truly the perfect cast for the role he plays on tv.
“Can you fuck me, please?” Luca is not afraid to ask for what he wants. Maybe he would be, if this wasn’t Yannick.
Luca isn’t exactly experienced. He’s only slept with two guys: Yannick, and Mathis (who Luca would like to delete from his memory). One girl, too: Annika, his parents’ friends’ daughter, who was kind and funny and liked being on top. So, three people in total, even though Luca is not sure if Yannick counts twice. The first time they had sex was years ago; seventeen and fumbling through the motions in Luca’s childhood bedroom after class, with the Ilya Rozanov poster watching from the wall.
Luca knows some people have bad experiences the first time they have sex. His experience wasn’t anything like that. A little awkward, maybe, but not bad, because Yannick was careful and sweet and responsive to the cues of Luca’s body, even at eighteen.
So, Luca isn’t afraid to ask for what he wants now, because he knows he can trust his boyfriend.
“Yes, of course.” Luca can hear the smile in Yannick’s voice when he pushes his face back into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. He can feel the ridges of Yannick’s abs under it. He works out a lot, but it’s mostly for optics rather than function; whatever looks good on a screen. But Luca likes that Yannick can almost keep up with him when they go to the gym or for a run together.
“D’you know how hot you look in this shirt?” Yannick hooks a finger under the sleeve of Luca’s t-shirt, snapping it back against his arm.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Luca tells him teasingly. It’s something they used to say when they were young, a stupid inside joke.
“I just might,” Yannick smirks, and fishes his phone from his back pocket. They have been keeping each other entertained with photos and videos during their long time apart. Normal porn doesn’t really do it for Luca, but porn of his boyfriend… yeah. “Say cheese!”
Luca grins at the camera, spreading his legs for good measure. The idea of Yannick looking at these photos of him, maybe even jerking off to them, is hot. Yannick taps the screen, and Luca can tell he’s making a video.
“You’re so hot.” Yannick’s voice is low and full of adoration, and it sends tingles down Luca’s spine. Being filmed like this, so on display, feels heady and just the right amount of naughty. It’s harmless; the video will either go in the bin or in a password-protected folder later, for Yannick’s eyes only.
Yannick reaches out, squeezing Luca’s bicep. He’s obsessed with Luca’s arms, and Luca loves it. Then, his hand travels to Luca’s chest, squeezing his right pec, rubbing a thumb over a clothed nipple until Luca bites his lip, a little moan escaping him. He’s throbbing in his sweatpants now, the slow build making him feel warm and ready.
Yannick cups his chin and Luca nuzzles into his palm, kissing the inside of it. Luca keeps his eyes on his boyfriend when Yannick’s thumb brushes across his bottom lip. He thinks about sucking on it, but before he can, Yannick tells him, “Take off your shirt.”
Eagerly, Luca leans back and discards his t-shirt, tossing it to the side carelessly. Yannick’s hand is still hovering mid-air, and Luca moves back towards it, giving Yannick a playful look. He wants him in his mouth so badly.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he whispers in German. They usually speak a messy mix of German and English, with some French thrown in there when the situation calls for it. English is definitely easier on Luca’s tongue during sex; German is serious and raw.
Yannick taps his phone, then tosses it towards the couch where it lands somewhere between the pillows.
“I missed it, too. Come here.” He pulls Luca in by the nape of his neck, and Luca comes willingly, scrambling to undo the fly of Yannick’s jeans.
Yannick’s dick is the perfect size, Luca thinks, just right to fit into his mouth. And so, he wraps his lips around it, looking up at Yannick while he slowly sucks him in, tongue swirling around the head.
Guys in porn do this until they choke and gag, until spit runs down their chins when their tops fuck their mouths with speed bordering on violence; it always looks like it hurts. Luca never enjoyed that. He likes doing it slowly, using his tongue to tease until he tastes the sweet saltiness of pre-cum on it.
Above him, Yannick softly moans, and Luca loves the feeling of causing him pleasure. One of his hands cups Luca’s jaw, tenderly cradling his face.
Luca hollows his cheeks, and Yannick hisses. “Okay, slow down-” Luca pulls back, looking up at him with a grin; Yannick laughs and bends down to kiss him before pulling him up. “Come on.”
Luca grabs his hand and lets himself be pulled to his bedroom, lets himself be crowded against the wall. Yannick kisses him slowly, deeply, like he wants to take him apart, and Luca’s entire body thrums with the arousal it causes him. He shoves his hands under Yannick’s t-shirt, pushing it up his torso. “Off.”
Yannick laughs into their kiss, pulling back and discarding the cardigan he has on over it, then the t-shirt. While he does, Luca shoves down his own sweatpants and boxer briefs, then tosses himself onto his bed, wrangling the covers until he’s under them. By the foot end of it, Yannick is likewise getting naked. Luca takes a second to take him in; he’s gorgeous. There’s a fading bruise on his ribs; he fell off his horse while filming, and Luca spend an entire evening worrying about him in a different time zone.
“Your ribs look better,” he tells him now when Yannick climbs onto the bed with him, settling under the covers, warm skin brushing against warm skin.
Yannick rolls his eyes with a smile. “You always have bruises, so many of them. Much worse ones.”
“Yes, but that’s normal for me.” Luca smiles at him and pulls him in, on top of himself, feeling the entire length of his body against him.
They make out for another few minutes until they’re moving against each other, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Do you want… on your back?” Yannick asks, voice breathless.
These moments always make Luca feel a little bit like he’s seventeen again, in his childhood bedroom, nervous and excited. Luckily, this time there is no poster of Ilya Rozanov watching.
“Yeah,” he answers, just as breathless.
They shift on the bed, and Yannick grabs the lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer, dropping both next to them on the sheets. Luca spreads his legs and wraps them around his waist. Yannick taps his thigh, and Luca raises his hips so Yannick can stuff a pillow under them to get a better angle. They smile at each other across the plane of Luca’s chest and stomach, Yannick’s hands resting on his hips, thumbs rubbing idle circles across his hip bones on both sides.
Luca reaches out for the lube bottle and holds it out. Yannick’s eyes crinkle when he smiles down at him. “Impatient?”
“I just want you inside me,” Luca tells him. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, his mouth works before his brain does, and then this is the kind of thing that comes out of it. Yannick’s eyes darken, though, so he thinks it’s not a bad thing.
Yannick quickly drizzles some lube on his fingers before lowering his hand between Luca’s legs, lightly wrapping his other hand around Luca’s hard, leaking dick. He begins stroking it at the exact moment his fingers breach Luca, and Luca can’t help the shaky moans falling from his mouth. Yannick goes slow, adding another finger, his eyes fixed on Luca’s face; Luca knows he’s making sure nothing hurts, nothing is uncomfortable.
Luca couldn’t be further from uncomfortable right now.
Yannick’s fingertips brush against his prostate, and Luca’s back arches off the bed involuntarily, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh, fuck-”
Yannick does it again, and by the time he adds a third finger, Luca is a moaning, sweaty mess, leaking pre-come onto Yannick’s hand and his own stomach.
“Ready?” Yannick asks eventually, and Luca lets out a breathless laugh.
“So ready.”
Yannick gives him a grin, and then quickly sits back on his haunches to roll on the condom. Luca watches him do it, feeling hot and needy, but also incredibly cared for.
When Yannick is ready and has lined himself up, he leans over Luca. Luca maneuvers his legs to be high around Yannick’s ribcage, just above the bruise.
“Your stretches really pay off,” Yannick whispers, and it makes them both laugh.
“It’s the ones I learned from Shane,” Luca replies, and then giggles into the kiss Yannick presses his lips to Luca’s, smiling against them.
They laugh and kiss for another moment, intimate and warm. And then, while they kiss, Yannick reaches between them, holding his cock at the base, and slowly pushes into Luca.
Luca keens softly, his arms flying up to wrap around his boyfriend’s shoulders, holding on to him at the stretch. He takes a slow breath, willing his body to relax.
Meanwhile, Yannick is peppering little kisses all across his lips, his cheeks and his jaw, patiently waiting for Luca to adjust, his eyes soft.
“Good?” he asks after a moment, and Luca nods breathlessly. It’s not really painful, and it’s not the stretch per se- it’s more the sensation of being breached, of the intense intimacy of something inside of him.
“Yes, good.”
Yannick kisses his eyebrow, and slowly starts moving his hips.
Like this, Luca is covered in his body, bracketed by his arms, all of his senses occupied with him. It feels sweet and safe and incredible. On the ice, Luca has to make split-second decisions, and because hockey is a team sport, Luca is keenly aware that his own actions not only impact himself, but also the success of the team. It’s a responsibility Luca gladly carries- but a responsibility nonetheless.
Right here, right now, he doesn’t have to carry anything. He gets to feel taken care of, gets to feel like he’s being held.
Yannick starts thrusting in earnest, and a sob escapes Luca, his fingertips digging into Yannick’s shoulders. Like this, his cock is sandwiched between both of their bodies, and the friction is more than enough.
“Kiss me,” he begs, and Yannick obliges, kissing him deeply and hungrily.
Luca can feel his orgasm build, a slow, deep tingle at the base of his spine, his pelvic floor tightening. “I’m gonna come-,” he breathes, and then, it’s happening, his body tightening rhythmically around Yannick as he shoots his load between their bodies, his spine arching upwards until their chests stick together with cum-
Over him, Yannick’s thrusts become shaky, faster, harder, and then, with a shaky “Ah-” he comes as well, thrusting deep into Luca, their lust-filled eyes meeting and for a wild moment, Luca has the thought that he wishes there wasn’t a condom between them.
After, they lie there, both of them out of breath. Luca can feel Yannick twitch inside him still, and clenches around him just for fun, eliciting a groan that morphs into a laugh. “Give me a break.”
“No,” Luca grins, feeling euphoric and playful. He does it again, and it earns him a gentle bite to his neck, making him giggle and squirm. “Stop, don’t give me a mark-”
Yannick hums into the crook of his neck; when he speaks, Luca can hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe I should give you a hickey, give your teammates something to look at.”
“Stop it,” Luca laughs, half-heartedly pushing against his chest, even though the idea makes him blush.
“I could make it heart-shaped, I bet.”
Luca gives in for a second, because Yannick nibbling at the soft skin of his neck feels wonderful. “I’ll say it’s just another bruise,” he teases, but his voice is washed out. His brain feels gooey.
“Nobody will believe you.” Yannick lets off of Luca’s neck and props himself up on his hands now, looking down at Luca, his eyes soft and adoring. Luca meets his gaze with a soft smile. Yannick looks fucked out and sexy, but also incredible beautiful. His cheeks are red, his lips are swollen from their kissing, and his hair is all mussed up, hanging into his forehead. He looks like a movie star, but he also looks like the boy who took Luca’s virginity.
Luca feels three big words on his tongue, and quickly swallows them down. Not yet. Instead, he tilts up his chin, silently asking for another kiss.
Yannick indulges him, of course, and Luca is grateful he can live in the warm, cocoon-like embrace of his warm body for a little while longer.
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yannick: just watched the video i took of you the other day… god you’re so hot
yannick: i miss youuuuuu
yannick: i’ll delete it now but i’ll be sad about it :(
luca: lol can i see it before you delete it?
yannick: ofc *video file attached*
yannick: god, your eyes
luca: i miss you too
luca: haha that’s cute… your hand looks huge on my cheek
yannick: stop it, i’ll get on a plane rn
luca: i’d love that :)
luca: are you coming in three weeks? there’s a party i’m invited to but you can come too
luca: or we don’t have to go
yannick: we’ll do whatever you want to, i just want to see you
yannick: god, i miss you so much already
luca: i miss you too
yannick: three weeks, baby